Eron stood at the front desk waiting on the old man to check him in. Eron assumed he was the owner, in a small, secluded place like this. While the proprietor got his paperwork in order, Eron looked around the messy office. Garrett would never allow the front office to look so dirty.
“What’s the name?” he asked.
“Aaron Emmersen, that’s A-a-r-o-n E-m-m-e-r-s-e-n,” Eron said. He beamed inside at the clever moniker he had created for this purpose.
“How many nights?”
“Oh…just the afternoon probably.”
The old man looked up and grinned. He craned his neck, trying to look out the window at the car, but Eron had parked away from the view of the office. The old man’s eyes returned to his work. He lifted his brows.
“Must be quite a beauty if you’re hiding her down the way?”
Eron fidgeted with
